Lately there has been no sex at all, for maybe three weeks. The second clue was her temperament and attitude changed. She got pissed off at me much fa...ter. Her kidding and kindness towards everyone , even the children was greatly reduced. Shirley was much more of a quick temper now than she had ever been before. The once nice and gentle woman had changed almost over night to a woman I didn’t recognized sometimes. Her attitude towards me especially was along the lines of ‘leave me alone or I. I had to get home to my Antsy. My cock needed some relief. I was so happy when I pulled into my driveway. There was Antsy, waiting on the porch. Mark! she excitedly yelled, racing towards me. I missed you so much! She threw her arms around my neck. Antsy, I need you, I whispered. Her hand rubbed my hard cock. Hmm, I know just what my big brother needs, she said, archly. I pushed her down onto the grass, pushed up her skirt. She wasnt wearing underwear, her cunt shaved. I could smell the tart. I ran out of bullets and come back for more. Shit, Honey, I'd do just about anything for you, you know without me having to tell you." When I have to be, I am one smooth and silver tongued old fox."Honey," I asked her, sort of perplexed, "What's this about a kid? You're not knocked up, are you?" I mean, it ain't like we been taking cautions and all. But she ain't never been knocked up and she says something about me being the father of her child?She dismissed my question with, "I was talking in. " What was your answer?" I told him the painting made me experience an entire year, all the seasons, all at once. Looking at the painting made me feel as if a drop of sweat was running down my face on a hot, summer day. It made feel like I was a falling leaf from a gnarled old oak tree in autumn. I could also feel the sting of a bitter-cold wind in my eyes on a winter's day, and most of all I felt the awakening that comes with a soft breeze after a spring rain." I chuckled. "Not in those exact.